"I'd rath....." Rose Mary started to say what she normally said out of habit. "Sorry. I'd assume you want the long version." She took a deep breath. "My birth was a curse on the family tradition of military service, if you believe the bigot sperm donor that married my mother because no matter what society says to him a woman is unworthy to serve in the military. Coupled with the fact that my mother became incapable of bearing any future children it was a recipe for my father's downward spiral. We moved back to Virginia after he was dishonorably discharged. One night I distracted the sperm donor somehow, don't remember how, that led to my dad crashing the car and killing my mother and putting me into a coma for two years. Once I was capable he began teaching me Krav Maga as a way to beat the shit out of me. One day I snapped and fought back paralyzing him, after an investigation I was taken away from him and put with a foster family. That was the happiest moment of my life up to then, that soon came crashing down like the Twin Towers. My foster father, liked to visit me at night & attack the pink fortress. When I fought back by shoving my thumbs into his eyes permanently blinding him. His thrashing around in pain led to him bumping into my dresser & knocking over a candle that burned the house down. I slept in a room without a window and the fire prevented my escape, so I did the only thing I could do I prayed for forgiveness and accepted the fact that I was going to burn to death like that good for nothing bastard in front of me. I wasn't forgiven, I was cursed with this mutation. As I knelt there praying a firefighter/bigot came through and left me there. Samantha Kensington was legally declared dead. I left with only the sperm donor's combat knife that I stole because the clothes I had were all ashes, so I stole some clothes from a neighbor. I adopted the name Rose Mary. I lived on the streets, during the winter my body turned into fire to keep me and the other bums warm. Some bums were bigots and froze to death. At times I turned to the oldest profession, that is how I met X. I thought it was one of those Pretty Woman situations. Man I was surprised when school wasn't an euphemism."

Tatiana returned to the school. She walked up to the front door. She had to wait for the new student and the others to get out of the way. [@Silver Carrot]